Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
cv313,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.